Ruthless In A Suit(66)

I smile. “That gives me a good idea. I should totally tease you under the table.”

“Don’t you dare,” he says.

He holds me to his chest and kisses my head. My mind is spinning with the amazing things we just did, and even a little excitement for tomorrow. It’ll be the first time I’ve ever introduced a guy to my family. Well, it’s the first time I’ve had a guy to introduce, but it’s a big deal. I know they’ll love him. Jackson Croft may be a killer in the boardroom—and the bedroom—but I know that in real life, he is sweet and smart and caring. And he really likes me. (Oh, and he loves my body. Just sayin’.)

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I know nothing can go wrong.



“Oh, shit. Jackson.”

I look at the clock and it’s after nine. We have to be at my parent’s by ten-thirty and even though it’s a little more than a half hour drive—in no traffic—we still have to go by Jackson’s so he can shower and change.

“Wake up,” I say, nudging him.

But he only wants to wrap me back up in his arms. He pulls me back to him and covers my neck in kisses, his hand instinctively cupping my breast. And it feels so good, and there’s almost nothing I’d rather do than see this morning in bed through, but we have to get going. Even though my parents are super easygoing, I don’t want to stroll in flushed and late and smelling like sex. So we have to get showered and get going.

“Come on, I’m serious,” I say. Goosebumps spring up on my arms from all his kisses and touches. I sit up, scooting out of his reach. I throw the covers off him, intending to make him cold so he’ll get up. All I manage to do is expose his sculpted body—and his dick, rising to the occasion. He moves toward me like a lion hunting its prey—slowly, methodically, eyes on the prize. “Don’t you dare, Jackson,” I say. “I’m serious, we have to get dressed.”

But I want it just as much as he does. I laugh as he tosses me on my back. He takes my bent knees in his palms and pushes them back toward my shoulders. “Don’t worry. I’ll make this quick.”

My body is ready to take him as he slides his dick back in where it belongs. I moan as he moves inside me, more slowly than the last time and despite the clock ticking away. I don’t care, though. My mind goes blank to everything except the feel of Jackson in me, his hands on me, keeping my knees pressed to my shoulders so that my pussy is fully open to him. When we come, we come together, sweating and panting.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he says in my ear, kissing me one last time before sliding out of me.

We’re both a bit dizzy as we get dressed. We decide we’ll both shower at his place, and I grab some fresh clothes and my makeup bag. I might have to finished dressing in the car on the way out to Lexington. This is my whole deal, from last night to this afternoon, and I have to admit I didn’t plan it very well. Even if we had gotten up earlier, and even if he hadn’t just taken me, we’d still be pressed for time having to go back into Back Bay before driving out of the city.

I just want everything to go perfectly today. Yes, that was the perfect way to start my day, but I don’t like the feeling of being rushed. My parents don’t appreciate tardiness. As we fly out of the city, I hope we can get there on time, and the day can continue without a hitch.





Jackson





Emily’s family home is a little tan ranch-style house on a quiet street filled with trees and dog walkers. It’s like I’ve died and gone to suburban hell.

That’s mean. It’s actually quite charming in a Norman Rockwell kind of way. It’s just so totally opposite from what I grew up with. This place oozes warmth and we haven’t even made it through the front door yet.

Emily is fidgeting as I pull up in the driveway. I take her hand.

“Nervous?” I ask.

“A little.”

“Why? Do you think I'm going to blow it or your parents won’t like me?”

“Neither,” she says, and then, “I don’t know. I just want them to like you as much as I do, see what a good man you are. I don’t want any of the differences to matter.”

By “differences” she means money—specifically mine. I kiss her fingertips. “You have nothing to worry about. Everything is going to be perfect. I promise.”

Her parents greet us with open arms—literally. I’m going in for the cheek kiss on Mrs. Brown when she envelopes me in a full-on hug. It throws me off. And then I reach out for the handshake with her father and he does the same thing. I’m not a fan of social touching. I think it’s presumptuous and frankly a bit invasive.